Date: February 3rd, 2010
Remembering pieces of our lives- Montgomery County Children's Photographer
I used to forget to take pictures when my kids were “bigger”. Out of the baby phase and even kind of awkward. I have missed millions of photographs of my oldest because of how poorly I felt she was dressed or how bad I though my middle sons hair looked.
Boy was I being a moron.
Photographs aren’t perfect. If they always were, they’d be boring. Shadows and light fighting on you canvas, toothless grins and bad, bad hair. Perfect photos missed because of all the stupid rules.
The photography I know is forgiving and kind. I shows the lines of your past with beauty instead of shame and shows each sticking up hair, with flair.
Imperfect photos are beautiful.
How do I know? I take them, and look, they’re beautiful.